The Opinion Machine???

Wherein I wonder why Black Pilling Pessimists have such high horses while reminding myself that Hawks & Doves both have value, no matter how mean hawks seem. I accidentally make an analogy of criticism using a construction site without even realizing I was doing “constructive criticism” a little too on the nose. Anyway, miracles are everywhere and things will always get better or worse for som...

Wherein I describe my experience in a private Signal chat group and what it taught me about Russia, Ukraine, Jewish supervision, The Woke Right & inciting brother wars in order to exterminate as many white Christians as possible while blaming it on Sydney Sweeney for appearing in an ad commissioned by a company owned by a member of The Chosen Tribe. Controversial as fudge. If you arent allowed...

Wherein I explain how watching body cam/ interrogations of deranged and murderous criminals cause me to ponder the fine line of being grateful for who you are and what you have & the condescending sin of diminishing someone else’s effed up existence, no matter how effed up it seems. It’s literally a question of Hawks, Doves & Pigeons with missing toes. Who to help & why, & is helpi...

Wherein I argue that being a moderate, centrist, populist, or whatever, is rarely, if ever, the result of true independent thinking, but rather a product of cowardly capitulation to pretty much everyone. I shoehorn savior complex in as an excuse or explanation as to why I dabbled in it for too long. Ultimately, true independence can only be rooted in a principled adherence to reality. My definitio...

Wherein I describe the ups and downs of my efforts to eliminate excuses people make for not living how they profess to “want” to live only to discover that people guard their excuses as if they were more precious than gold. I also wonder how much time I have spent in my own life making excuses rather than making wonderful things. It’s all about ratio. In the end, making excuses and making art util...

Wherein I double and triple down on the notion that prompting is fundamental to art, be it collaborative or personal, being able to accurately convey to others your vision that ends in an accurate portrayal of such is what it is all about. I rant a bit about my doubts regarding John Prine and wonder if he ever really loved music. It’s a ridiculous theory. At the end I knee jerkedly Included a song...

Wherein I explain that in the miraculous world that is only getting more miraculous by the day, the only real gatekeeper is you. This is either good or bad depending on how shitty or wonderful you are. Part of this miracle is AI, or more specificallly “I”. Tools are there to be used. Use them. Or don’t. See if I care. Just shut up about those of us who like the tools. You will be humbled, regardle...

Wherein I proclaim that I am a bad person who is too selfish to not feel an almost cruel contempt for people who refuse or simply don’t know how to be honest & real. Accordingly, I pick on a runty looking they/them YouTuber who offers acting courses & critiques while having no clue how to act real even when not acting. I also talk about how strip clubs always made me sad for the same reaso...

Wherein I argue that, while it is important for the public to assert themselves as the boss of public servants, it is also important to not be a terrible boss. Also a good idea to give people the respect and room to do the things you elected them to do, using their own judgment & priorities. Aka, maybe don’t be an abusive, entitled, weenie. No refunds.

Wherein I explain that being an argumentative, disagreeable, contrarian has never felt like a choice, and while seeing the benefits of being an agreeable people person can sometimes be alluring, I’ve made peace with being an authentic loner who mostly hangs out with critters. Aka ride or die individualism isn’t really an option for me. It’s default coding. No refunds.

Wherein I argue that the echo chamber of the internet has created a confirmation bias engine that affects Leftist Furries and Right Wing Patriots alike. The left is more likely to demand that you accept their fantasies as reality, but not by much. Fantasy addiction & the weird certainty that comes with it ain’t good. Ground yourself In reality. No refunds.

Wherein I argue that most of what you think you “know” about Jeffery Epstein is likely a rubbernecky movie that you conjured up in your own mind while being prompted by parties who had something to gain my amping up the horror value at every stage. I doubt it is healthy to worry about sensational things that, practically speaking, mostly exist in our imaginations. Life is actually beautifully bori...

Wherein I preach about showing grace to people who act like dipshits and use a story about my brother almost ruining my bachelor dad’s brand new coffee table when he was nine years old. I also talk about King Cheeto’s hairspray usage and the fact that he likes people too much to run a successful casino. Grace is a virtue, I think. Someone should start a religion with that as a fundamental tenet. N...

Wherein I argue that bad parenting, Burger King & general restaurant culture has lead America into the hell of political entitlement. Lots of holes to explore. Don’t be gross. You gonna eat that? No refunds.

Wherein I explain how my reaction to the end of the world has changed over the last 50 years from horror to curiosity, to a weird sense of calm, which leads to a story about a scenester beef with a guy with whom I made amends two days before he died with his mom in an airplane that flew nose first into a parking lot. Rose colored glasses n whatnot. My foreign policy Is a policy that is foreign. No...

Wherein I explain why it has largely been impossible for me to “trust women” by detailing a number of times where I have “dated” women who were cheating on their boyfriends & fiancés. Worse yet, my first step mom was my mom’s friend. Aka, trusting women was screwy from the jump. Coincidently, my dad died 3 years ago today. Happy Deathday, Dad! This one is a daytime television ready therapy ses...

Wherein I argue that much of AI is being used intentionally and unintentionally to push the lie that human beings can transition from one sex to another, the goal being to invert reality and morality. My own photoshopping of breasts onto men is used as an example. I also indirectly blame make up and plastic surgery as complicit in this grand deception. I expect this recording to be punished by the...

Wherein I proclaim that protests are nothing more than pretend war for larping, no talent dorks & losers with pathetically bad aesthetics. Aka, bring a gun or go home. Nobody is changing their mind. Your Penmanship is terrible. Oh, also, I was 9 for the bicentennial, not 10. No refunds.

Wherein I reconsider my decades long promotion of radical individualism and move on to the more lofty, merit based ideology of exceptionalism. One Click Facebook birthday messages will be sloppily employed. Navel gazing no extra charge. No refunds.

Wherein I argue that The Righteous Gemstones, & Hollywood, by solely targeting Straight White Christians for mockery & satire, implicitly create a a strong case for White Supremacy by denying non-whites the dignified opportunities to be equally portrayed, mocked, & rewarded in the process. Aka, the performances will make you laugh, but the overall message is a bummer for everyone, espe...

Wherein I argue that the catastrophic split between Trump & Elon works out better for Trump than Elon but the real winners could end up being MAGA & The American People. The argument that Elon or anyone else can control Trump, be it by money, lawfare, threats or anything else, should be buried six feet deep. Off the cuff, hot take. No refunds.

Wherein I make the most controversial argument in the history of my recordings, which is that Shopping Kart Karens are no different than Kovid Karens in that they are virtue signaling shitheads who care more about inserting themselves into your affairs than anything else. Tldr: you might get your cart back, you might not. It depends. Most of my friends are critters. No refunds.

Wherein I argue that savior complex is really hard to avoid when you can fill a stadium with followers by making a phone call & all the evidence supports the idea that maybe God loves you more than common Red State folks, let alone starving kids in Africa. I do a bit of name dropping while calling attention to Bono’s name dropping. I also claim that giving people ammo to hate you, is an honest...

Wherein I argue that your reaction to Glenn Greenwald’s sex tape is a central part of his kink, & that you needn’t feel any shame for losing respect for him & anyone else who involves you in their fetish. Best case scenario it was a cry for help and he actually gets help so that he doesn’t need to be degraded & publicly humiliated to make his weiner feel funny. You might think I’m tryi...

Wherein I blame JBP’s rise on the decades long persecution of Christians & simultaneous exaltation of intellectualism, and not on him being anything special. Christians were just relieved to have one academic that didn’t openly hate them. Stockholm Syndrome. This one could have been shorter, but I refuse to edit because that opens up a whole can of worms. No refunds.